The Bone Garden By Heather Kassner
The Bone Garden By Heather Kassner
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Down below, in the underside of the graveyard, the bone garden hums with magic, mystery, and death imaginings...
Candle aloft, Irreelle crossed over to the coffin and peered inside. A skeleton lay peacefully on a bed of tufted blue satin, eye sockets sightless, lower row of teeth missing, finger bones entwined. The folded hands rested upon the rose-printed dress still covering the rib cage.
Irreelle admired the bones, how long they had outlasted the life that once lifted them. She would never tire of visiting. Her own bones shivered beneath her skin as, soundlessly, the skeleton welcomed her.
"Hello," Irreelle said, her voice quiet, ever respectful of the dead. "If you are accommodating, would you permit me to gather your bones?"
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Down below, in the underside of the graveyard, the bone garden hums with magic, mystery, and death imaginings...
Candle aloft, Irreelle crossed over to the coffin and peered inside. A skeleton lay peacefully on a bed of tufted blue satin, eye sockets sightless, lower row of teeth missing, finger bones entwined. The folded hands rested upon the rose-printed dress still covering the rib cage.
Irreelle admired the bones, how long they had outlasted the life that once lifted them. She would never tire of visiting. Her own bones shivered beneath her skin as, soundlessly, the skeleton welcomed her.
"Hello," Irreelle said, her voice quiet, ever respectful of the dead. "If you are accommodating, would you permit me to gather your bones?"
Hard cover.